In 2006 we went on an all-things-included bike tour to New Zealand.
It, of course, was sublime.
The only jarring thing during the tour involved an American.
And a viewpoint.
I was leaning on some kind of railing, somewhere, looking out at - something - when I was engaged by a voice.
The voice was an obvious American voice.
"Hey, hi; where y'all from"?
I thought about saying Atlanta (I am a loyal ex-resident of that wonderful place) but I opted for truth.
"Seattle".
"How about them Seahawks"?
"They lost".
"But Ol' Matt Hasselbeck is a fine young christian".
I had no rejoinder.
Given what I know now - really, I knew it then - I should have said "so, when's the rapture".
But I didn't.
Consciously know about all of that.
Then.
Really.
I wish I had.
So I just stared int space and thought "why me lord"?
